Chapter 7 — Truong Minh Lights Are Off

Old Lady Tham did not care that her butt was mixed with flesh and blood, crying and crawling towards Tham Nghien Tu. She grabbed Tham Nghien Tu's white shirt tightly. "Nham Nghien Tu! Save me!" "I'm already this old. If I go to that cold and harsh place, I won't be able to stand the snow! I'll die there!" Tham Nghien Tu lowered his eyes and coldly looked at his biological mother lying on the ground. He broke each of her fingers off. Her voice didn't have the slightest bit of heat. "That year, you couldn't stand it either." Old Lady Shen screamed sadly. "Are you crazy! I am your mother! I gave birth to you!" Tham Nghien Tu stood up and took a half step back. "Lady Giang is also your mother." "When you forced Mrs. Giang to death in the hospital, did you ever think she was also someone else's mother?" Chief Princess Chieu Ninh was stripped of his title on the spot and demoted to the rank of commoner. Imprisoned in the prison of Tong Nhan Phu, not allowed to step outside for the rest of his life. When being forcibly dragged away by the Royal Guard, she still frantically called Tham Nghien Tu's name. "Nham Nghien Tu! I have loved you for so many years, why can't you look at me!" Tham Nghien Tu did not turn his head. His eyes looked blankly out into the main street. "You guys touched and killed her once." "Then you took a knife and forced me to kill you a second time." "How do you tell me to look at you?" Dai Ly Tu's trial ended. Tham Nghien Tu stood up and walked in front of the golden sign "The shining example hanging high" given by the emperor. He suddenly lifted the heavy wooden chair next to him and slammed it into the golden sign. "Bang!" Pure gold powder fell everywhere, and the wooden sign broke into many pieces. The sharp piece of wood stabbed hard into the back of his hand, causing blood to flow profusely. He didn't seem to feel pain and didn't shy away. The people standing outside the public hall knelt down to watch. In the middle of the crowd, someone finally shouted loudly. "Miss Giang, what an injustice!" I heard this late-arriving word of justice. But there were no ripples in my heart, I just felt empty. Because my mother, who bowed her head and complained on the rainy road that year, could no longer be heard. 10 Tham Nghien Tu resigned from his position as head of the court. He distributed all the property of the Tham family. Half of it was used to repair the abandoned tombs of the Jiang family's ancestors, making for my mother the best golden ironwood coffin. The remaining half was distributed entirely to innocent people who were implicated in the Jiang family's old case and had to be exiled. Funeral day. White banknotes flew into the sky. Tham Nghien Tu wore a mourning outfit made of coarse linen and personally supported my mother's heavy coffin. The moment the coffin was lowered to the ground. He knelt before the newly built grave. Carefully place the broken porcelain vase containing half of my ashes next to my mother's coffin. He slammed his head three times hard in front of the grave. "Lady Giang." "This time you two are together." "From now on, no one will be able to separate you two, and no one will be able to touch you anymore." I stood next to the tombstone. Looking at my mother's coffin little by little it was covered with yellow soil. At that moment, my heavy soul that had been trapped in the human world for six years suddenly became much lighter. Night. In the heavenly hall of Han Son Pagoda, the eternal lamp that was personally knocked down by Tham Nghien Tu was again lit. Tham Nghien Tu knelt on the cushion. He spread out Tuyen Thanh paper, held a brush, and leaned against the weak light. Line by line, the words I left behind before I died were written on the blood note. Every time he copied, his tears fell onto the paper, causing the ink to spread. His dry voice also read it again. "You didn't lie to me." "You didn't lie to me..." After that, Tham Nghien Tu left the capital. He is alone

I walked the entire three thousand mile road that I took that year when I was exiled. He arrived at Ninh Co Thap. Next to the desolate snowy land where I froze to death and breathed my last breath, he carved a stone stele with his own hands. The front of the stone stele is engraved: The grave of Giang Chieu Tuyet's beloved wife. The back of the stone stele is engraved: Built by criminal Tham Nghien Tu. Every year when heavy snow covered the mountain, he would wear thin clothes and kneel in front of the stone stele. He did not ask me for forgiveness. I don't dare pray to Buddha to let me enter his dream. He just hugged that cold stone stele until snow covered his shoulders. The day my mother came to pick me up. The eternal lamp at Han Son Pagoda burns very steadily, the flame does not waver. At the end of the darkness, the mother still has her old appearance. Her legs were not broken, and there was no dirty blood on her face. In her arms, she tightly hugged the thick cotton shirt that had fallen into the dirty gutter that year, but was now clean and pristine. "Chieu Tuyet, mom has come to take you home." I smiled, ran over, and jumped into her arms. Finally, I can actually touch her again. At the last moment before leaving this world. I turned my head, thousands of miles away from yin and yang, looking at Tham Nghien Tu in the direction of Ninh Co Thap. He knelt in the middle of the wind and snow. In my heart, I hold tightly the blood letter I wrote. He was only thirty years old, his hair was half white, he looked like an old man about to die.